Lamentations of a Dying Heart

I once belonged to you and you to me. We swore
ourselves to each other eagerly. Our love was of sublime
divinity. The very seed of true happiness. Your smile was that of
beautiful moon beams in which I found my way.

Our black roses' seed planted.

We ran and frolicked in the brightest moons.
You eyes shone with a glimmer of love unmatched by any. Your warm
touch and shining smile melted my black heart of iron and brought
me joy.

The rose flourished.

Yea what was so quickly grown had
died.

Your gaze to a cold
stare. Your eyes to fire. My heart to ash. Yet still I wait by
the grave of our promise. I've been waiting so
long.

My body to a corpse.
My soul ensnared.

I watch as she shares
her love with others. Despair befalls my very existence, for I
know that love as exquisite as my lost beloved's can never again
be found. My sould weeps by this grave, for it knows that it is
alone. Alone shall it remain, for true love was murdered that
fateful night.

As I weep for this
accursed loss, I ask myself if there is any solace. I know there
is no chance for solace.